$not & unotheactivist – 30 lyrics
30 lyrics
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[intro: $not]
bnyx
ha+ha, aimin’ that sh+t right at you
yeah, yeah
man, this sh+t crazy
[chorus: $not]
i’ma smoke that sh+t like a [?]
and this glock stride like i’m a cobra (go)
my new b+tch, she lookin’ like oprah
i might f+ck that b+tch right on the sofa (yeah)
i might pull up and dip with the drac’
she suck on my d+ck, she can’t wait
yeah, busted right in from the jakes
leave a [?] bl++dy by the bay
that’s my boy but he got a revolver
[?] with the choppers
[?] doctor
nah, f+ck him, he dead like his partner
and my jit came from bread of a bottle
i might shoot out the roof in a tahoe
f+ck a groupie, i need me a model
go, [?] we out to chicago
[verse 1: $not]
f+ck n+gga, i ride out a [?]
that’s my plug, call him fernando
i got camo like i’m a commando
left front, [?]
left front, like a f+ckin’ lieutenant
left front like i don’t know who did it
left front with your shorty, she with it
i don’t give a f+ck ‘bout no b+tch, i’ma go straight for the k!ll
it’s a dirty 30 no perc’ lil’ n+gga, get popped like a pill
number (n)ine on me, got the .9, i ain’t got no chill
[?] my whip all white with the forgiatto wheels
[chorus: $not]
i’ma smoke that sh+t like a [?]
and this glock stride like i’m a cobra (go)
my new b+tch, she lookin’ like oprah
i might f+ck that b+tch right on the sofa (yeah)
i might pull up and dip with the drac’
she suck on my d+ck, she can’t wait
yeah, busted right in from the jakes
leave a [?] bl++dy by the bay
that’s my boy but he got a revolver
[?] with the choppers
[?] doctor
nah, f+ck him, he dead like his partner
and my jit came from bread of a bottle
i might shoot out the roof in a tahoe
f+ck a groupie, i need me a model
go, [?] we out to chicago
[verse 2: unotheactivist]
[?] n+ggas, yeah, we giving ‘em brawls
that t+shirt look staged like i’m johnny bravo
i’m locked in the cage, now i’m going psycho
i come back with b+tches, n+ggas think i’m trippin’
i rub with my pitcher, genie in a bottle
that glock got a switch, ripping off like half of your face
i told him it was vitiligo
i got 30 b+tches in the lobby, and they all say that they gon’ swallow
and they want me get up out my body, so i gotta fill ‘em with some hollows
and my new b+tch look just like an actress
they mistakin’ her just for models
i’ma f+ck and not [?], and i’ma beat [?]
[chorus: $not]
i’ma smoke that sh+t like a [?]
and this glock stride like i’m a cobra (go)
my new b+tch, she lookin’ like oprah
i might f+ck that b+tch right on the sofa (yeah)
i might pull up and dip with the drac’
she suck on my d+ck, she can’t wait
yeah, busted right in from the jakes
leave a [?] bl++dy by the bay
that’s my boy but he got a revolver
[?] with the choppers
[?] doctor
nah, f+ck him, he dead like his partner
and my jit came from bread of a bottle
i might shoot out the roof in a tahoe
f+ck a groupie, i need me a model
go, [?] we out to chicago
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